'So...you think you have what it takes to become part of the Jean D'Arc sonority? Hmmm?'

That question that flowed from Freya's lips was directed towards an assembled line of four young women who were truly a sight to behold. While they all differed in height, skin and hair colour, to say nothing of body type which ranged from cute and perky to busty curves and a delightful middle ground; they were all unified by their choice of outfit. Although choice might have been the wrong word. For the ridiculously tight t-shirt and leggings in pure white they had been provided with had been Part and parcel of The sonority hazing here for long generations of students.

Freya herself, by purposefully cruel contrast, was safely ensconced in a pure black hoodie that bore the sonority crest and matching black tracksuit bottoms that both oozed a subtle sexuality yet left nothing of her body on display. With her red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail that brushed softly against her neck, she was the epitome of the control she delighted in wielding.

Those assembled quartet of women might have answered her question, had they all not been far too preoccupied with their current situation. For, as if the outfit forced on them which concealed none of their bodies and cruelly highlighted many a curve, nipple and the barest hint of camel toe wasn't enough humiliation, each prospective sister was balanced precariously upon one foot with a small plastic bowl balanced equally unsteadily upon her head.

'It's the history of this sisterhood...' Freya continued with a wicked glint in her eye. '...that our ladies are all refined and graceful in all they do. Hence this little challenge. Which of you will be the first to fall, I wonder? Will it be you? Or you? Or..you?'

While repeating that question, Freya had casually strolled down the line of women, stopping before another redhead with long flowing hair that swayed with her effort to stay upright, her full chest bobbing slowly beneath her tight shirt that clung to her like the bra she had discarded with the rest of her clothes. Casual or not, Freya couldn't help the swell of self-consciousness that filled her heart. Often in times like this, Freya was caught between a rock and a hard place. Secretly to everyone but her closest friends she had a serious complex about her height since she was often the tallest person in a random group of people. As if that wasn't bad enough, it also reared its head whenever she met someone as tall or taller than her; feeling as if she had someway lost out to them. And it was this unfortunate comparison the other redhead had unwittingly fallen afoul of.

So Freya decided to share some of that self-consciousness by staring down her new found rival, her eyes boring into hers with a sneer. 'Getting difficult to balance, isn't it? Hmmm? Feeling like any minute you might just stumble and...whoops.'

Wether her words had actually had the intended effect or it was just the result of coincidental timing, the hapless redhead did indeed stumble; that sudden movement sending the bowl tumbling from her head to clatter on the floor.

'Ohhhh...dear.' Freya couldn't resist a smug chuckle at that. 'No..leave that where it is. Stand up straight.'

Freya's voice wasn't that hard or sharp, but the redhead yanked her hand back as if the bowl she had reached for was red-hot.

'Better. But you will have to do better.' Freya smirked. 'Luckily for you, we have a little lesson that will help you remember to do better.'

Confused and more than a little nervous the redhead's gaze met Freya's, her eyes silently asking what that was. Before that question could move to her lips, she received her answer. Unseen by the already humiliated redhead, Katy who stood identically dressed to Freya had snuck up behind her with not one but two jugs filled to the brim with thick sloppy custard. Jugs she unceremoniously and gleefully tipped over the visibly shocked redhead. The twin lips of the jugs worked perfectly , channeling the custard right to the centre of her head before spreading out to ooze down her chest and shoulders, all of which quickly became sticky and heavy with the yellow gunk which oozed down over her stomach, drawing her shirt tighter against her skin; leaving the redhead squirming as trickles of custard worked from her ruined hair along her face and down her neck.

'Now..put that bowl back on your head.' Freya instructed, grinning gleefully as she humiliated snd custard slimed redhead did just that, blinking away the dessert clinging to her eyes even as she placed it atop her slimy head. 'Good. And here is something to help it balance.'

Ignoring the look of utter horror on her face as Katy filled the bowl to the brim with more custard, Freya turned to the next girl in line. Petit and with equally delicate boobs, Freya was a little impressed and a lot annoyed she hadn't yet stumbled herself. But seeing the redhead succumb to her custardy fate did seem to have shaken her a little, the lithe legs of the raven haired cutie trembling more than a little.

'Better not fall, sweetie.' Freya chucked with mock sweetness. 'We could give you worse than that you know. Much worse.'

'Worse?' The petit girl squeaked, which proved to be her mistake. Her concentration broken she practically toppled to the side, her hasty stumble sending her tumbling into the redhead who had only just regained her balance. Both Freya and Katy watched on with glee as she cursed in frustration and shock, the recently filled bowl of custard spilling mockingly down her back.

'Stay there, hon.' Freya commanded the raven haired girl who stood with hands clasped to her mouth. 'I'll get to you. First up, looks like you fell again, hmm red?'

'Only because she bumped me.' The redhead grumbled, her growing fear at the prospect of fresh humiliation turned into frustration she fully, if unwisely, directed at Freya.

'Tut tut. Talking back too.' Freya sighed. 'You know, I'll bet that shirt feels pretty yucky right now. Get it off hon.'

'What?' The redhead blurted in shock, despite the way her shirt clung to her chest like she was practically naked.

'You heard me.' Freya replied. 'Unless you want us to strip you naked, drag you outside and dump you in the middle of the football pitch. It only rained yesterday, so it shouldn't be that muddy. Still..I'm sure you will give the football team a great view as you drag your naked muddy mucky body out of the dirt.'

'F..fine.' The redhead stammered, not liking her choices but also not seeing any real choice at all. Averting her eyes, she dragged her sticky shirt up over her head, her full breasts bouncing as they were released. 'There? Happy now?'

'What did I say about talking back?' Freya admonished, nodding to Katy who tipped not a jug but the bucketful of custard she had stealthily picked up right over her head. Her scream of horrified shock was lost beneath the wave of yellow slop, her hasty duck forward doing nothing to stop it splashing over her breasts and down her legging clad hips.

'You look a little too clean down here.' Freya smirked, grabbing and lifting a fresh jug towards the waistband of her leggings which she teasingly eased away from her slick flesh. The redhead squirmed, just a little, clearly worried about the risk of further punishment should she resist. Or be seen to be resisting. So she took it with as much grace as anyone could having cold sloppy custard poured over her crotch.

And it was right over her crotch that Freya poured it, gleefully tipping the jug so that her pussy quickly became a wash of yellow, her naturally red curls drowned beneath the vibrant sweet dessert that trickled over her lips and downy hair alike.

Again Freya allowed herself a satisfied smirk, watching as the once pristine white stockings bulged around the crotch, filling with the still pouring goo, holding the thick mess against her pussy as it bubbled up to just shy of the waistband.

Redhead knew what was coming next if her freshly antsy squirms were any indication, dancing from one foot to the other while her eyes locked pleadingly on Freya's. Freya however was not one to easily give in to pleading and so..with a teasing smile...she released her hold on the custard filled leggings.

Some surged over the waistband to slop languidly down redheads legs, but the rest was trapped and pressed right against her pussy, leaving her nethers literally drowning in cool, clammy custard. That wasn't enough for Freya though, once she set her sights on something she went at it full throttle. And here that determined streak was fully focused on seeing her totally humiliated. Which no doubt was the reason she grabbed another bucket of custard before returning to stand before the visibly trembling redhead.

That prospect alone was enough to prompt her to shake her head urgently, silently begging Freya not to do this. Had she known the full horror that awaited her, perhaps her begging wouldn't have been that silent. It was a moot point though because she knew nothing of Katy grabbing a second bucket until they were both thrown over her, twin splashes of custard wrapping around her front and back to meet perfectly in the middle.

By the time all that pent up energy and motion had been spent, the last of the tossed custard finished dripping to the floor, redhead was utterly ruined. From her fiery hair to her yellow splattered leggings and everything in between was slathered in custard; custard that dripped and clung to her curves as it clung to her hair and face. Utterly blinded and disoriented, red could do nothing stop her tumbling with a heavy splat into the custard pooled around her.

Yet Freya didn't take time to savour her humiliation, she had another victim deserving of her attention before such luxuries could be indulged. So it was with a sly grin that she turned towards the petit girl who had watched all of this with a kind of frozen shock. A shock that Freya snapped her out of the second she spoke.

'Now...what about you?' Freya grinned. 'Maybe you deserve the same, hmmm? A little custard filling for you...ohhh...someone's been naughty.'

That gleeful proclamation came as Freya teased open her leggings. In truth, teasing had been all she had meant. Just to toy with her victim before emptying a well deserved bucket over her head. But the flash of black she saw when she tugged at her leggings changed all of that.

Her cheeks flaming scarlet the petit girl dipped her head in shame. Not because Freya was staring at her exposed cunny but because she wasn't. Of all the girls here, only she had dared to defy the instructions they had received and, out of the simple fear of stripping naked in front of so many strangers, had sneakily kept her panties on. Only now she had been discovered and could only imagine what fresh humiliation awaited her as punishment for this infraction.

'Someone has been naughty.' Freya cackled gleefully. 'You were supposed to take off your panties sweetie. All of your clothes really. So, you'd better do that now. Come on. Strip. Strip. Strip.'

That thrice repeated proclamation became something of a chant the other girls around her picked up, either enjoying the prospect of her humiliation or just relieved it wasn't them and playing along to avoid a similar fate. The only one not joining in was the custard dripping redhead, her own humiliation keeping her frozen for fear of fresh reprisals.

Seeing no help or way out and hoping that they might go easy on her if she complied, the petit girl practically scrambled out of her top and leggings, her perky breasts topped with nipples hardened by the cool air fully on display as she reached for her offending black panties. Only there did she hesitate, a firm glance from Freya spurring her back into action. Hands trembling and head dipped, she eased the last vestige of her modesty inch by inch down her legs until she had no choice to step out of them, now utterly naked and shamed before the assembled group.

'Good girl.' Freya nodded. 'Very good.'

'Ca..can I cover up now?' Petit trembled with a real quaver in her voice.

'No...but we can cover you.' Freya chuckled.

Too late did Petit figure out what that meant. Far too late to do anything about the bucket of custard Katy splashed over her back, the force of the swing flinging custard all the way from the curve of her butt up to her shoulders. And everywhere in between.

Frozen in humiliation, she was equally helpless to prevent the unseen Katy from compounding her embarrassment by much more slowly and teasing pouring the next bucket over her back. Over her arms and shoulders, down to the small of her back and along the cute roundness of her rear could she feel it running, the torturous slow pour far worse than the quick splash had been.

Which was nothing to the utter humiliating torment Freya inflicted on her next. Stepping up before her victim with a fresh bucket of custard that Petit was sure to find thrown over her as well, the blushing girl could only squeak in soft protest as Freya raised a custard dripping hand up to press against her breast. Which would have been mortifying enough if she hadn't given her nipple a squeeze, eliciting a whimper of unwilling pleasure from her lips.

'So naughty. Enjoying this are you?' Freya chuckled, not pausing for a second in her custardy caress, except to plunge both hands into the bucket before returning her attention to lavishing sticky strokes and slimy caresses that had Petit shivering with mixed disgust and pleasure that warred for dominance in her mind. And yet left her trapped between them.

'No..nonono...ohhhhh.' Petit trembled, her revulsion winning out as Freya pressed her freshly coated hand between her legs, the custard aiding the slow caress she couldn't ignore. Or resist. For that revulsion was quickly turning back to pleasure. As much as she wanted to deny that fact she couldn't.

Her hips rose with each caress and stroke over her lips, her body building with a rise of desire and need she couldn't stop. Sadly Freya could, which is just what she did. Pulling back just before she exploded into her first climax that didn't come from her own hand. A climax cruelly denied. For at the very same instant, Freya and Katy unleashed the last two buckets in a dual wave of yellow slime that wrapped all around her, Petit's growing moan lost to a squeal of disgust. And it was over that sound that Freya cleared her throat.

'Well...that's it for tonight. Looks like all of you make it to Initiation Round 2. Come back here a week from now. Unless you are too chicken.'

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Well..that's almost the last of these little filler chapters. Just one more to go before we get into the Gameshow part of the story. Which means that chapter wont come out quite as quickly but will also be longer and very much worth the wait.
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